Blue eyes scan my face as I open the door Familiarity fills them, She’s seen me before At her chair by the window, I sit by her side Leaning forward in whisper, She starts to confide “Do I know you?” she asks, and my heart races on “Yes, Mom, it’s me—” “I remember, my son.” I give her the flowers that I bring every week, Her favourite, I tell her The lilies… Read More

Tommy looked up as the front door opened and his parents strode in, faces full of smiles as they carried a large cardboard box between them. “RoboNanny, deactivate and recharge,” Mommy said. Tommy’s artificial guardian acknowledged the order and retreated to its recharger, tucked away in the closet. “Mommy, is that a present for me?” Tommy asked as he toddled over to his parents. Mommy’s smile deepened, and Papa picked Tommy up, holding… Read More

He plucked a flower from the meadow and wound it through my hair. He made a crown for me, his queen, each flower woven there. When he left, he took my crown; he told me, “Luck it brings,” My heart lives in that meadow still, now this queen has lost her king. . Today’s daily WordPress prompt is Simple. And thanks to Jade M. Wong, I’m feeling a little romantic. But… Read More